... what are you doing?"

"Oh I'm sorry, does it bother you? It's just that I love your earrings, the way they fall on your neck they look just like a drop of blood pouring from your veins."

"A drop of..."

But you can't go any further; it's not that you don't want to; you've always enjoyed talking with Mary about jewelry; it´s just that you can't complete your sentence. The words won't add up correctly in your mind.

"Of... Of..."

"I'm sorry then," Mary continues, "don't worry, just don't forget to tell me where you got them."

And she turns around. But you don't want her turn around. When you see the back of her head you can't see her beautiful eyes, you can only see the two round scars at the base of her neck. Two round scars separated by a little more than an inch. Two deep scars that must be old but that you've never seen before.

"Mary?"

You reach for the marks, brushing their subtle imperfections with your finger tips.

"Mary, what are those scars, I think it's the first time I see them."

She turns around and once again you are bathed in the magnificence of her look.

"Those scars?" She asks pretending not to understand.

But you know perfectly well that she does.

"Yes..."

Once again her eyes are troubling you, preventing from talking correctly. Her wicked smile tells you she’s enjoying your confusion a lot. You close your eyes and shake your head.

"The small round marks you have at the base of your neck," you say as fast as you can trying to avoid losing your words again.

"Oh those scars," she answers giggling.

You open your eyes and all you can see, all you can focus on are those deep red eyes. Red? Wait Mary's eyes are blue not red. How come her eyes are ... Her beautiful eyes.

"Those scars, as you call them are my birth marks. To be more precise, my rebirth marks. They were given to me on my first night here. A girl had came to the shop bearing the same marks and she had offered me a pass for the club so I could get the same. Do you want me to tell you how I got them?"

Suddenly your mind clears.

"Of course Mary, tell me," you answer happily.

But there's a problem with your answer, it doesn't exactly sound like you. It's like someone had told you what to answer, someone or something... Her eyes maybe, those marvelous eyes.

"Well darling, I was hanging by the bar looking for a good looking man to sink my teeth in. Well not literally, not at that time," she giggles playfully.

You giggle too.

"And this beautiful woman approaches me, she looks young, maybe too young to be in this bar, she also looks absolutely ravishing, magnificent..."

She pauses for a second apparently lost in her thought.

"Anyway, so this wonderful woman approaches me and tells me that she owns the place. I say: "stop bullshitting me." She laughs and offers me to make a tour of the place. Intrigued I accept."

She takes a sip of her glass.

"Yeah it's important that you understand that my mistress didn't control me in any way that night, she wanted me to give myself willingly, do you understand?"

You don't really but you nod none the less.

"So she showed me her domain, she showed me her powers, her majesty, she introduced to some of her children. And we had sex, steamy sex, sex like I never had in my life. But none of them bit me, that was our mistress' privilege and no one steps on our mistress' privileges. And we talked, we talked a lot."

"Aha," you answer more lost than ever.

"I was bitten much later, as the dawn's early lights started bathing the sad suburbs of this city. She did it, she gave me my birthmarks, she made me what I am now, she made me her equal because she was old and growing bored. And I accepted willingly. You know why I accepted willingly?"

"No."

"I accepted willingly because she promised me that I would get to keep you, as my personnal ****, as my little plaything, in **** for eons to come."

"Aha." You say tilting your head, offering your neck to your mistress.

The pain of your birthmarks is replaced almost instantly by the bliss of your eternal love for Mary.

Bree, Janet and Susan are there when you wake up. They welcome you with a delicious fanged smile. They help you stand. Mary is sitting on the couch, all you feel for her is love and absolute dedication. Lying on the Bar, an **** Ally is waiting for you, for your thirst, for your lust. You instinctively hide your vampire fangs.

A hand on her forehead you gently wake her up.

"Ally... Ally..."

She opens her eyes and looks at you terrified.

"..."

"Ally are you all right?"

"I..."

"Ally, I think you drank a bit too much. We were so scared for you."

"But I saw Mary and Susan..."

"Mary and Susan are perfectly fine."

"But the fangs..."

"Fangs? What fangs? The club theme seems to have had quite an effect on you. Look at them, they're completely all right."

She stands on her elbows looking around.

"But Susan was ... She was ... She was fucking Bree!"

"Fucking Bree? That's a good one," Susan says, "come on Ally, you know I don't swing that way..."

"The club theme has affected you," you insist, "I must confess that it's hot and all but come on it's the **** speaking!"

Ally sits on the Bar her legs dangling in the air. You lay a comforting hand on her knee.

"Pretty hot," you continue, "hot and wet."

She looks at you terrified.

"Your... Your hand... It´s cold, so cold..."

"Is it? Well if it is I have to warm it up then. Where could I do that?"

Your hand starts climbing along her thigh.

"Yes, that is a good idea, a warm little place, warm and wet..."

Your fingers start brushing her underwear slowly drawing the contour of her lips.

"No, wait..."

You pass the elastic and start teasing her clit.

"No, stop..."

You give up on her button and slide a finger deep into her, wiggling it around.

"..."

Panting, she looks behind you terrified. You turn around; your sisters aren't hiding anymore.

You turn back transformed as well.

"Well, I guess this little game is over," you say before sinking your fangs into her swollen lips.

Soon your four friends join you biting her thighs and neck.

She screams and dies.

Wiping your face you walk out of the room. You belong to Mary now but before you can join your mistress you still have a matter to attend to...